An Epitath to the Change of Scenery
Fallen leaves of autumn have taken flight
And sail away into the burning glow.
Weary, barren trees tremble in their throe
And winter wind has come to kill and bite.
The gentle frost turns in to say, “goodnight.”
A verdant world is turning into snow.
Gales of mist, foggy cold, bluster and blow
Into corners inhabited with light.
The day is shorter, chilly cold, and raw
And all of it slips quietly away.
But ne’er shall a wintery twilight
Steal away coldly through red mittened paw;
When icy tendrils cling to frozen spray
The whole wide world will take again to flight.